
Noted in Passing: Entrance to the Waffle Shop at 522 10th Street NW, Washington D.C. Circa 1950

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Can’t leave it alone
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To carry it on
Mainly when you find it
Your heart will be strong
About it
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Change come over
Talkin’ about a change
Change, change
Change come over, now
Change, change, change come over
I’m gonna walk down the street
Until I see
My shining light
I’m gonna walk down the street
Until I see
My shining light
I’m gonna walk down the street
Until I see
My shining light
I’m gonna walk down the street
Until I see
My shining light
I see my light
See my light
See my shining light
I see my light
See my light
See my shining light
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Eleven years before the birth of Obummer, that great connoisseur of waffles.
And every single thing in that restaurant, from the swivel chairs, to the light fixtures, to every single thing behind the counter, down to the flatware on the table was made in the USA.
Where’s the sign?
You know what sign.
Which one? “No toastsniffers allowed”?
shorpy, a treasure.
a bit more
https://www.shorpy.com/search/node/waffle+shop
Take a good, long look ladies and gentlemen. That is a snapshot in time of the way we were—the greatest and most powerful civilization in History.
Take a good, long look. But not too long. You would not be able to endure it.
Those days are gone forever. It was not murder. It was suicide.
That picture needs my bike parked out front.
1950 Schwinn B6
(Pic at the nic)
JWM
Well that’s definitely a very nice one.
Looks like that thing could be valued at around $3k.
https://thecabe.com/forum/threads/for-sale-1950-schwinn-b6-autocycle.174675/
my first was a Huffy, 26 inch wheels.
From The Lady Killers (2004) a much underappreciated masterpiece by the Coen Brothers:
GARTH PANCAKE (J.K. Simmons): This is Mountain Girl. Mountain is my right hand. She helps me with ordnance. Helps me with damn near everything.
The men stare.
GAWAIN MacSam (Marlon Waynans): You brought your bitch to the waffle house?!
There is tension in the air. Dorr clears his throat.
Professor G.H. DORR (Tom Hanks): I confess myself to be puzzled as well. I thought we all understood that, so far as our little enterprise is concerned, mum, as the saying would have it, is the word–
PANCAKE: Of course. I understand that. But this is Mountain…
He chuckles.
…I don’t keep secrets from Mountain. That’s not how you maintain a loving, caring relationship.
GAWAIN: You brought your bitch to the waffle house?
He looks around.
…Man brings his bitch to the waffle house!
That is some good writing, Walter. Says so much with so few words.
To bring this into current context, there’s nothing quite like heading into a Waffle House (I’ve done it in Atlanta) at 2am. Its like you walked into the Mos Eisley Cantina.
or an IHOP- stop in for the overweight Ho hair-pulling and bra-snatching Olympics
Try any Denny’s Friday or Saturday—actually, any day—at 2 AM. You will observe a sampling of humanity of whom you were absolutely unaware. But they are out there. They walk among us.
Of all the 1000’s of waffle houses out there I have designed the only one that does not look like all the others. It looks like a southern coastal beach place with some gingerbread, lap siding, and a tin roof. And. It’s completely waterproof up to 10′ high (tidal surge) and can withstand a continuous 160 mph wind. I can attest the bacon and eggs they prepare are identical to any other WH. Didn’t try the waffles.
Ah, the Schwinn. Horn on the side—-like my wife.
“Shut up, Lance!”
“Oh, go honk yourself.”